blueteamnovel Chapter 122 If he had just pretended a little better, or for a little longer, this thing would have
Chapter 122 If he had just pretended a little better, or for a little longer, this thing would have
Chapter 122 If he had just pretended a little better, a little longer, this thing would have been his.
Despite five consecutive days of light rain, Gu Bai did not leave the hotel.
Wang Qing came to see him and bought some wood carvings.
Now Wang Qing's business is gradually recovering, and wood carvings are needed everywhere to ward off evil spirits.
Since adding Qin Dayou as a friend, Gu Xiaojiao has been staying in the hotel every day to maintain their relationship.
He came to Gu Bai's room, smoking a cigarette: "Brother Bai, Qin Dayou and I have successfully become sworn brothers."
"You little rascal, you really know how to sweet-talk the old man," Gu Bai chuckled. "How's he doing?"
"With 300,000 yuan in hand, plus the fact that I had someone check on him the day before yesterday, of course he's being very well taken care of by that ungrateful son," Gu Xiaojiao said.
"He's learned his lesson; he knows he can't just give money directly," Gu Bai said.
Gu Xiaojiao flicked his cigarette ash: "Zhuge Xingyun has been to the orphanage, but the director and the others didn't acknowledge him. The orphanage is quite lively now, with people visiting the children every day. I just don't know who is truly sincere."
"Whether they're sincere or not, they know it in their hearts." Gu Bai stretched and looked out the window at the light rain. "Any news from your hometown?"
"Not yet. They went to look for it, but didn't find anyone. The Cloud Mist Tea Plantation seems to be uninhabited, and they didn't see any tea plantations," Gu Xiaojiao said.
"It's normal that we can't see them. If they really want to hide, how could ordinary people possibly see them?" Gu Bai wasn't surprised, and then asked, "Do you have anyone else in your family?"
"I have a few relatives, but I don't care about anyone else besides them."
Gu Xiaojiao took a deep drag of his cigarette: "They are all well. I didn't let them know about the Yunwu Tea House incident, I just asked about their safety."
Gu Bai nodded: "What are your plans for going back to your hometown this time?"
Gu Xiaojiao hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to buy a car to go back."
"To not return home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night; it's only right," Gu Bai said with a smile.
Gu Xiaojiao looked at the cigarette in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then mustered his courage to say, "Brother Bai, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
Gu Bai glanced at him: "About me?"
"No, that's not it," Gu Xiaojiao said. "I shouldn't have said anything about Zhuge Buliang's belongings, but Qin Dayou brought it up himself."
"Tell me more," Gu Bai said, also somewhat curious.
"Qin Dayou means to entrust Zhuge Buliang's relics to us for safekeeping," Gu Xiaojiao said.
Gu Bai frowned: "Why? Shouldn't he be giving Zhuge Buliang's family some security, or a welfare home? Why did he think of us?"
Gu Xiaojiao hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I suspect he's a bit neurotic now, or maybe he's just getting old and confused. This is my chat history with him."
Gu Bai took the phone and started looking at it.
At first, Gu Xiaojiao was just concerned about how Qin Dayou was doing, chatting about everyday things and asking about his well-being.
Qin Dayou had just returned home and had no friends. When he was bored, he would video chat with Gu Xiaojiao, and their relationship progressed rapidly.
The two also have many similarities; Gu Xiaojiao knows the half-baked tricks of swindling and deception that Qin Dayou has learned.
As they chatted, the two became like kindred spirits.
During the conversation, Qin Dayou also mentioned the search for relatives. Many people had called Zhuge Buliang's old mobile phone number, including the police, all inquiring about his belongings.
In the chat log, Qin Dayou mentioned Zhuge Buliang's dying words: Whoever can match the true relics to what they are is Zhuge Buliang's relative and can hand over the relics.
Apart from that, security and welfare facilities cannot be given away.
"So, only Qin Dayou knows about the real relics, and even the director of the orphanage doesn't know?" Gu Bai pondered.
"Yes, Qin Dayou said that those searching for relatives outside only know about fake relics, not real ones."
Gu Xiaojiao said, "Qin Dayou and the dean are getting old. They are worried that one day they will pass away and their sons will not be reliable, so they thought of us."
"Why don't you trust the security?" Gu Bai asked.
"Having done too much swindling and cheating, I get anxious whenever there's a problem with the security situation, so I don't want to have much contact with it," Gu Xiaojiao said. "Is this appropriate?"
Gu Bai pondered for a moment and said, "If he brings it up again, just say that even if you get it, you'll hand it over to the police."
"Okay," Gu Xiaojiao nodded.
Gu Bai brewed a cup of tea, his aura radiating yang energy: "After you finish your tea, go back and rest."
Gu Xiaojiao nodded, finished his tea, feeling warm all over, and went back to practice his martial arts.
Night fell.
Jiangcheng.
Qin Dayou was woken up by the urge to urinate, as is his usual routine at night.
From the next room, I could hear hushed conversations.
"I can't stand it anymore, that stench is unbearable, even the kids can't stand it, they've stopped coming home from boarding school." A voice of disgust rang out.
Qin Dayou froze; it was his daughter-in-law's voice.
Then came his son's voice: "He has 300,000 in his hands. I saw it. Just bear with it a little longer."
"Still put up with it? It's been five or six days, and he still wants to eat meat every day. With his appetite and physique, he can live for at least several more years. I can't stand it."
The daughter-in-law said angrily, "I don't care, get him out of here right now. Otherwise, when it's time to send him off on his deathbed, he might have spent all 300,000 yuan and he won't have gotten anything back."
"This—" The son hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I have a good idea. Tomorrow I'll cut his phone charging cable and lock his bedroom door."
"What's the point of just not letting him play on his phone?" the daughter-in-law said.
"Once his phone runs out of battery, we won't be able to contact him anymore. Those two who came the day before yesterday are no pushovers."
The son said, "Once I can't contact him, I'll lock him in the house. He'll be helpless, and I'll give him a bowl of porridge every day. He'll behave after a few days of hunger."
"What if they still don't behave?"
"Take the quilt away. With his old arms and legs, he'll catch a cold or something even if he doesn't die from the rain. He won't last long."
The son sneered, "Once he dies, the 300,000 will be ours."
"That won't do either; dying at home is too unlucky."
"They were sent to the hospital when they were about to die, but died on the way."
Listening to the conversation coming from inside the room, Qin Dayou remained silent, went back to his room, quietly put on his clothes, and looked out at the light rain.
After some time, I heard snoring coming from next door.
Qin Dayou put on his clothes, carefully left home, and disappeared into the night.
I hailed a taxi and left the city.
"Sir, what are you doing up here on the mountain so late at night?" The driver looked at the mountains in the distance.
"A friend of mine lives here, so I came to visit."
Qin Dayou paid the fare, opened his umbrella, and went up the mountain alone.
The mountain road was slippery, and I almost fell several times, but thankfully I made it through relatively smoothly.
Halfway up the mountain, there is a grave.
"Old woman, I've come to see you." Qin Dayou sat in front of the grave, setting aside his umbrella. "Why did I come back? I know I'm an unfilial son, but I still clung to the last glimmer of hope. They were so good to me, yet I couldn't repay them."
"Tell me, why is it that I only meet good people when I'm out, but when I come home, my son is a piece of trash?"
"If only he had pretended a little better, or for a little longer, this thing would have been his. Why couldn't he just keep pretending? Waaah—"
Qin Dayou hugged the stone tablet and wailed, "Third Brother said I could handle this myself. I really thought about giving it to him, but he's a menace! If I gave it to him, I don't know how many people he would harm—"
He shakily took something out of his pocket: "Old woman, please keep this for me. I've notified people; they're good people, unlike me, they won't have selfish motives. What sins did I commit in my past life that my own son wants to kill me for money—"
"Then why don't you kill your son? If you can't bring yourself to do it, I can help you."
In the darkness, a cold voice rang out, and a huge figure appeared and disappeared in the rainy night.
Qin Dayou stared blankly at the dark figure: "You came here for this too?"
"It woke me up."
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